Notes On Finality

 

Not for nothing is Death named the Grim Reaper. 

He has no sense of humour and wrings joy from

existence. His is the final, unquestioned decision. 

Death, in very fact, has the ultimate power over life. 

He stalks the unwary and with malice aforethought

suddenly springs to action; no advance notice 

required. To be sure his modus operandi cannot

be strictly defined as comprising morbid looting

of a soul. Surely there must be times when even

his bleak awareness suffers a lapse into a flicker

of compassion. We can conjecture that Death will

commit to a whisper of awareness conveyed to 

his selections now and again. What is the presence

of wholesale dysfunction in spirit and body but a

manifestation of a long-term contract with Death?

Its finality cannot be forever delayed. You turn

page after page of a newspaper in search of news

finding only unending obituaries. Death drains

entire populations of life, in league with his major

emissary Conflict, plotting interminably to cease life.